#helo there

[intersexstars]

suddenly three new mutuals.

[ineed-a-cigarette]

“I have offended you with my ignorance. Forgive me.” - Dean to Madison (phone call. you will see!)

"You didn't offend me, you annoyed me." Madison corrected the man. "Even so, you must have a reason you called this number. Let's hear it." She stated as she blew off some smoke. If the man knew how to contact the Academy, he must have had some knowledge of what it was about.

@ddriverpicksthemusic

[damnednyx]

George moved everything in the world is right again

He really said:

[flowers-for-fischl-a]

Who the hell is that.

[ayay]

 🌠 hi! ( sorry it's me again)

hello!

the color #AE7BCD fire webcore

[legobiwan]

Did you ever read Tarkin? The book that gave us SHEEV since that's part of the Disney EU I believe? Is it any good?

You know, I haven’t and I really ought to, considering Tarkin is going to be playing a somewhat pivotal role in Broken Ashes. (Whaaaaat? That story that I haven’t updated in a million years but printed out off copious, COPIOUS notes for last month? Yeah, that one.)

With my impending schedule changes at the end of the week, it’s another project I could add to the growing list. Right now I’m in the midst of a reread of Master and Apprentice and hooooo boi oh boi I have Things To Say. 

[fleureia]

@airabesque     

     Flower basket in hand and smile on her face, Sumia approached her friend with warmth. She’d been in the city long enough for it to become normal, her thoughts now involved with making life the best it could be rather than with hopes of an escape she couldn’t influence. To spread this positive attitude, she planned to plant flowers where gardens had been destroyed (or hadn’t ever existed) throughout the city. Though it was likely they’d be ravaged in no time, it was a comforting hobby that she knew would brighten the daily lives of the city’s residents, if only for a little while.

     “Olivia! I hope you’re ready for the day,” Sumia said, holding out the basket of tools and flower pots. “I thought we’d start in Sector 4, considering all of the shops and vending areas that could use some brightening up.”  If they were going to be trapped here indefinitely, their likelihood of returning home looking more grim by the day, Sumia figured she should introduce some color into the glum lives of everyone else held captive.  Gloves, aprons, hats to guard them from the sun, already-budded flowers, and other various tools lined the inside of her basket. “I’m open to suggestions, of course! I have everything we need, so we should get a lot out of this day.”